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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Toliver
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
fredrick fisher
Songwriter
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wave Mechanics
Producer
Fred on Em
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
**** talk a lot of shit, but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss **** with them hunnids
What's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
**** talk a lot of shit, but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss **** with them hunnids
What's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
[Verse 2]
**** pull up with the honey buns (Yeah)
**** pull up with a hunnid guns (Doo, doo, doo)
I got a chopper on 101 (Yeah)
Tryna juug me a metric ton
Eatin' crab down at Benihan' (Yeah)
Fuck around and you gon' see the mob
Tell my **** so wacky, they do the job (Yeah)
I been finessin', I'm hella fried (Uh)
I been pimpin' on a better broad
Young ****, I be drippin' hard
I need my back end, yeah, that back end, I'm talkin' a hunnid large
I'ma stunt hard with the whole gang, we might pull up a hunnid cars
I'ma do my thing, I'ma maintain, I'm a real ****, don't fuck with y'all
I can get you in with one call
Shoppin' sprees when I'm in the mall (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, she gon' buy it all
I'ma spend a check, get the neck
Then I'm dippin' out just like a fuckin' dog
**** talk down on the Don, but me, I ain't goin', I'm stuck with y'all
I need a bag, I'ma get it all (Damn)
[Verse 3]
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
**** talk a lot of shit, but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss **** with them hunnids
What's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
**** talk a lot of shit, but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss **** with them hunnids
What's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
[Verse 4]
Shawty makes me yodel, yellin', "Señorita" (Spanish)
You can't talk to her, she don't really fuck with people
She so gone off that Henny and that margarita (She gone)
She a freak, give me head when I mop the feet up
59 comin' down, keep a burner when I ride around
P's on me, keep 'em safe and sound
I ain't talkin' shit, I'm finna run i tup
Keep the trap closed like a haunted house
Cell phone boomin', plays bustin' out
Heard Don got it, that's that word of mouth
I don't give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout
[Verse 5]
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
**** talk a lot of shit, but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss **** with them hunnids
What's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
**** talk a lot of shit, but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss **** with them hunnids
What's up with that? Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
Written by: Frederick James Fisher, Caleb Zackery Toliver